Mother’s Day came with a bonus this year: the arrival of our longtime friends, Brian and Gayle, from Boston.
Gayle was a roommate of Lori’s during the second semester of Lori’s freshman year at San Jose State and Brian was the long-haired graduate assistant who came along a couple years later and swept Gayle off her feet.
I didn’t know either one until after Lori and I graduated from SJSU but I’ve since come to treasure both as dear friends.
Math majors in college, Gayle and Brian McCay have been married more than 40 years.
They moved back east after college, while Lori and I headed north to Oregon. Mutual friends from that era, Tom and Elsa (also a roommate of Lori’s), did the same and we’ve watched each other’s kids – three apiece – grow up into some pretty chill adults. Brian and Gayle have two daughters themselves, both married, and have two grandchildren to boot, as do Tom and Elsa.
All three of us couples have been married about 40 years, give or take a year or two. That’s pretty damn remarkable, Brian and I agreed.
Our Boston visitors arrived late Sunday afternoon after their connecting flight in Denver was delayed by a snowstorm, but we quickly picked up where we left off after their last visit.
A couple of homemade Mexican dinners, combined with a meal at a great Italian restaurant, and free-flowing wine (Brian is a connoisseur) loosened the lips and jogged the memory as we shared stories about our current lives and reminisced about our younger selves.
Lori juggled her work schedule so that she could introduce our friends to the food carts on Mississippi Avenue one afternoon. They were first-timers.
We said goodbye Wednesday morning and they headed out in their rental car to the Oregon coast, where they would hook up with Tom and Elsa for a few nights before attending the weekend wedding of a longtime friend’s daughter.
These visits always seem too short, no matter who is the host and who are the guests. But they’re always fun and leave us looking forward to the next one.